Recently I’ve been thinking a lot about love. I told both my writing groups that I love them. They and some of my close friends (You know who you are!) have heard my story, read my junk, listened to my trials, walked with me through my struggles and never once coddled, judged or condemned.
Yeah. Feeling the love.
Some friends are like family. They come to your house, lay beside you on the bed when you feel low, and talk with you as if nothing is out of the ordinary. They’re the kind that show up on your doorstep for no reason with goodies, just because, and reward you with praise or flowers for all your tiny or large accomplishments. I’m tempted to say names here, but I won’t. Still, thank you.
I’d like to challenge anyone reading this post to be a friend to someone. Reach out. Make the effort. Know that sometimes it takes more than one phone call to really connect. You may have to go out with that person several times for coffee before they trust you enough to open up. But if you think that you might connect with someone and you don’t make the effort, you just might be letting go of one of the best friends you will ever have.
Friends are important. There is a give and take in friendship. A shared pulling of the load when the times get tough for one or the other. We’ve all had our bad times and saw our true friends pull us through.
Take a chance on someone today. You never know if they might be that friend for whom this wise text holds true, “If either of them falls down, one can help the other up. But pity anyone who falls and has no one to help them up.” – Holy Bible, NIV
And if you are walking through this world alone, you might be the perfect person to either reach out to someone, or to let someone in. Examine your life. Would it be better sharing it with a friend?